Prisoner

Summary: "Yes, I could kill Christophe at times. Yes, he annoys me. Yes, I hate him. But everyone knows 'hate' is our codeword for 'love'." - Gregstophe, Gregory POV.

A/N: Not sure if that is the best title. Whatever, I do what I want!

Warning: Swearing. I think that's around about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. I don't own Christophe or Gregory. I do own the music book ;)

I need to photocopy it so I can censor it and take it in to my music teacher to help me with a few of the chords... XD Viva La Resistance!

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I blink my eyes open, wincing at the bloody huge headache I have. I become aware that my hands are bound above my head, and my feet are about an inch above the floor. I glance around the room I'm being kept in, and recognise it pretty instantly.

I'm in my own basement. Which means that all I have to do is wait...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

"'Ello Gregory." Comes the smooth French accent I'm so used to.

"Frenchie, get me down from here." I call, using my affectionate 'insult' for him. He steps around the corner, cigarette between his smirking lips. Ohh sometimes I could just kill him. Especially when he does that really smug thing. That pisses me off.

"'Ow about non, Breet?" he replies, slowly blowing out smoke like he's got all the time in the bloody world. He really enjoys irritating me too much, and even though I tell myself not to allow him to get to me and not give him the satisfaction, he just naturally irritates me beyond belief.

"How about oui before I make an attempt at your life?" Yeah, I realise the flaw in that logic is that I'm the one tied up. And of course, one of his favourite ways of winding me up is to point out any flaws in my logic, flaws which are extremely rare I remind you. My logic is of a high standard.

"And 'ow do you zink you are goeeng to do zat, eh? May I remind you, you are ze one w'o eez tied up. I 'ave ze advantage." He's grinning. He knows he's pissing me off.

"No you may not 'remind' me, I realise that." I snap.

Control, Gregory. Calm yourself. Don't give him the satisfaction.

Calm...

"And your 'air ees a mess."

"Do I look like I give a bloody damn about my hair at this moment?" I retort. So much for fucking calm.

I am so going to kill him when I get down from here.

If I get down from here. He has no problem with keeping me hung here for a few days. Of course, he gives me food and water. He doesn't want me to die. But like I said – he enjoys aggravating me, and being in control.

"Get me down from here." I demand again. He walks slowly closer, that self-satisfied smirk on his lips still. I wish I could slap it off. But my hands are tied. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him as he blows smoke in my face. Even though I've got used to the smell of it coming off him, I still cough and choke on it. He smiles, still keeping his face close. I glare straight into his muddy brown eyes, and he stares straight back at me. He is probably to only person immune to my glares and cold stares.

He tilts his head to briefly brush our lips together.

His other way of annoying me; teasing. Of course, I do it to him often enough, because he himself is quite amusing when annoyed, but I, as everyone does, retain the feeling that as soon as he does it to me, it is unfair. So the way I control myself here is promising myself revenge and returning the favour.

Actually, now I think of it, this might be him getting revenge.

I keep myself perfectly still as his fingers trace up my jaw, run through my apparently messy blonde hair, then cup the back of my head to pull me closer to him for a longer kiss. He smirks and moves to runs his hands down my ribcage and side, causing an involuntary shudder on my part. I try to glare again, but with his hand resting on my waist, keeping me pressed against him, it's hard. I'm too preoccupied with my actions should he try anything.

Then our lips are locked again, and I'm pushed right back against the rough brick of the wall, trapping me. I manage to swing my legs up and lock them around his waist, and I then try to use that to push him back slightly, but it doesn't really work and I think he finds that amusing.

He pulls back, intending to then sit far away where I can't get at him and either demand he come back or beg to be released, and then he will continue to aggravate me until he lets me go 'at a price'. However, I've kept my grip on him, and I'm stronger than I actually look. He raises his eyebrows.

"Right, you can't go anywhere until you let me down."

"I really 'ave no problem staying 'ere." He smirks, leaning closer. I turn my head.

"And none of that, either." I tell him. Here's hoping it works...

"Fine." He says, and for a moment I think he means 'Fine, I'll let you down' but then I find out he means 'Fine, so I'll just go vampire on your ass' because he nips sharply at the skin on my neck I exposed when I turned my head away.

"Get off Christophe!" I hiss. I try again to pull him away at the waist and withdraw my head, but his hands are now keeping my legs rested on his hip and pulling me closer. As much as I hate to say it, today, I think I'm going to give in early.

"Please, Christophe." I plead gently. He smiles against my neck and pulls away.

"Ah, so soon Gregory?"

"Yes, now hurry up and get me down." He raises his eyebrows. "S'il vous plait?"

He smiles, and reaches his arms up to use the key to unlock my wrists. I keep my legs around his waist, so I won't fall as soon as my arms are free. When they are, I let them drop and wrap around his neck, and he locks his arms behind my back. I grip his hair and force his head back slightly, before pressing my lips roughly to his.

"I fucking hate you Christophe." I mutter when I pull away.

"I 'ate you too Gregory." He smirks, before we're both silenced by the other's lips.

Yes, I could kill Christophe at times. Yes, he annoys me. Yes, I hate him.

But everyone knows 'hate' is our codeword for 'love'.

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A/N: I don't even...

I tell you, that inspiration bunny gave me some odd sort of plot...thing... but keeping it in my head was bugging me, so I wrote it down. And I'm sorry it's weird and...urgh. I don't know, I let my friends read the occasional fic, but this one is a secret. So shush XD

I told my friend, Eli, "I have this idea for Gregstophe, but it worries me to write it down." And she just instantly replies "Rate it M." I was just "No, it's not explicit or anything, as far as I'm aware..."

Rawr, I don't know. Anywho so review if you feel you'd like too.

Thank you, bye-bye, peace and fire.

-EDIT-

Thank you to The Truth's Lie and xxXSleepyMcCormickXxx for reviewing on this chapter when it was up as a separate story!